Brother Walfried can be heard muttering to himself in the dark, and -- laughing? or sobbing?

"You fool, you greedy faithless fool," he murmurs, his voice cracking, as he roots through the contents of his pack, feeling naught but an unknown amount of coins, and a single something: his now useless loot from the dragon's hoard.

"Do you all still have those candles I gave you? I might have a few torches." whispers Boggs. "I see a doorway shortly ahead of us on the left. Maybe we could hide from the dragon in there." He listens carefully for the pitter patter of dragon feet.

Thuul's Beard! The rat-catcher is as wise as he is short! He alone had wit to recall the worth of plain flint and tallow when others were besotted by treasure. Of a sudden, a low but disturbing sound emanates from some distance back in the passage, encouraging everyone to heed Boggs' proven wisdom and hurry along despite the darkness; seeking the supposed door.

"Here," utters Boggs in the blackness, and by the movement of air, the portal is sensed and everyone blunders hurriedly within. With a quiet thunk the door is shut firmly, and then there is true dark until Boggs manages to strike up a tiny flame upon a wax candle to illuminate the closed chamber...

Door check.

I shall cast a die to determine how many torches Boggs picked up: 1d6=4. Four is the number of precious torches he kept. Plus this one candle.

Now for each of Anton, Walfried, and Morin I shall cast another die. Should it show 5 or 6 they held onto Boggs' candle; otherwise they have discarded or dropped it along the way... 3d6=6, 5, 1. So Anton and Walfried each have a candle. Morin must have lost his somewhere along the way...